EVIE
I want your midnights
Evie sends a wink Belial’s way, already engineering ways to sneak him scraps without Deimos finding out. It was her job to spoil and endear, his to discipline. Evie was content to be the fun one, even if it earned her his temporary judgment and disapproval. Laughing softly as he hip-checks her, she hums a soft measure of gratitude for the provided ingredients, and puts her own hair up to begin cutting the ends off the beans and slicing them in half. A soft laugh escapes her at the unexpected question. What had started as an innocent game has now become a faithfully returned-to measure of getting to know the smaller details of one another, brought back at nearly every reunion. “Hide and seek, as a child. I was never afraid to cover myself in dirt and sticks to hide.” A necessity given her bright hair and fair skin. “And tag, of course, since I love to run. But now as an adult, I really enjoy puzzles. Though I’m not sure it entirely counts as a game,” she concedes, but finds she can’t think of an alternative. Most games required additional players, and Evie didn’t have the luxury of that, nor the desire to go to the bar to try and find some. Too often inebriated and rowdier than she liked.
Smiling fondly, she aims her own question over her shoulder without turning to see him. “I know you’re skilled in nearly everything, but do you have any useless talents?” Such as wiggling ears, or an inability to experience brain freeze.
